We're going up now just like a kite

Burning our wings on a sun so bright

Wondering where lightning will strike

Everybody says that the end's in sight

Shadow is moving in the minds of men

We made our home inside this lion's den

Salute, soldier, the boss is in sight

He makes no distinction between wrong and right

Well everybody has their price

Is that true, is that right

Who is our enemy

Hey it's you, tomorrow me

Well that wind is blowing hard outside

And the fires of war they still burn so bright

I'm praying for some rain tonight

Open hand's a blessing and closed hand a curse

Everything that grows started out in the dirt

Don't you worry 'bout the line or your place of birth

They say the first will be last

But will the last be first

And yes you heard it said now, talk is cheap

Guess that depends on the words that you speak

Memphis, Tennessee, 1968, you can get

Filled full of holes for the things that you say, well

Well everybody has their price

Is that true, is that right

Who is our enemy

Hey it's you, tomorrow me

Well that wind is blowing hard outside

And the fires of war they still burn so bright

I'm praying for some rain tonight

But there's still some things even gold can't buy

Why would we paint this world black and white

Everybody choose a side

But when the train keeps on moving you're along for the ride, well

Well everybody has their price

Is that true, is that right

Who is our enemy

Hey it's you, tomorrow me

Well that wind is blowing hard outside

And the fires of war they still burn so bright

I'm praying for some rain

I'm praying for some rain

I'm praying for some rain tonight